The funny thing about him joining this show was that he'd turned down two movie offers. Given that he was a fan of the show itself, and he'd been contacted and told that they had the perfect part for him pretty much sold him on joining. Rather than walking in late, he'd actually shown up a few minutes early. Not to make a good impression with anyone but simply because he wanted to do so.
He knew that being early or on time were welcome in the acting world. He was renowned for his skills. People also liked him for his looks and his voice, but his talent is how he'd become as famous as he was.
With him joining the cast for the new season the ratings and amount of viewers might skyrocket. That may also lead to those acting within the show itself getting offers for bigger parts after their part was over in the show, or the show ended if their character was never killed off, or left for some reason.
He'd been given the names of those who he'd interact with on set and in the show itself. He'd always thought that the name Nnoitra was unique and he knew who the other was, and what he looked like. Hands were tucked into the pockets of the jeans he'd opted to wear, but he had a nice button-up shirt on, the top few unbuttoned because that was just how he preferred his shirts to be. He'd very quickly run a hand through his hair was he headed down the hall to the meeting room where he was to speak to someone. The hand would be tucked back into his pocket before he reached the room in question.
After rolling his shoulders and rotating his neck, he'd open the door, and walk inside. Ranking above everyone didn't matter to him, after all, even he'd started out doing small things before he got his big break and rose to stardom. Some of his earliest work were commercials for various things. They were well done which was pretty much all that could be said about them. He only removed his hands from his pockets after walking into the room. Blue eyes would scan the surroundings before they landed on Nnoitra who was sitting in one of the chairs. "I wasn't aware that'd it'd just be the two of us talkin'." His voice was the same as it was in his movies which meant that he never altered how he spoke, unless he had to growl or snarl. Then it would sound different.
Moving to a chair he'd simply sit down and look at Nnoitra, waiting for the other man to say anything. At least he didn't look nervous. He'd get comfortable on the chair all without being disruptive or arrogant. "S'nice to meet ya." Normally he'd offer his hand to shake but he'd been told that was fairly frowned upon in some cultures and he'd rather not offend anyone.
He had gotten comfortable in the chair. As comfortable as he could, anyway. He had a tendency to slouch. Since he was so tall, it was the only way his back could get any support, and the only way he could fit his legs underneath the table. It made him look more average height, and it also ( probably ) make him look pretty disinterested. He'd been told that his way of sitting came off as rude.
At least he looked up when the door opened, lifting his chin a little.
Jaegerjaquez ( too early to be on first name basis with him, huh? ) walked into the room. He looked relaxed, hands in his pockets. His eyes were strikingly blue, and sharp. A contrast to Nnoitra's more lazy expression. Nnoitra cocked his head back in a form of greeting, and he lifted his hand from where it was resting on the table. Or, more like, he lifted three fingers. Seemed the other was surprised that only the two of them were here. Yeah, that probably wouldn't take long. Nnoitra couldn't believe that the director would want to leave the two of them alone for long. He was surprised he was meeting with him unsupervised at all. A small sign of trust, maybe?
The other found himself a chair and joined Nnoitra by the table. The meeting room seemed awkwardly empty with just the two of them and all these unoccupied chairs.
Nnoitra wanted to make a comment. Something like: Oh, are you scared to be alone with me? But he remembered that he was supposed to behave. What a fucking pain in the ass. Alright, what should he say then?
❝ I'm Nnoitra. ❞ He said, instead. Probably no point in introducing himself. Surely, Jaegerjaquez knew his name already. He had noticed that the other hadn't offered him a handshake. Was he just a rude fucking bastard? Nah, this had happened to Nnoitra in the past. It was people trying to "respect his culture". Nevermind the fact that Nnoitra was part Chinese and handshakes were common there. Mah, whatever. Nnoitra offered his hand, sitting up slightly in the chair as he reached out to greet his new coworker. Nnoitra's handshake would be very firm. Probably borderline painful. Not to mention the other's hand would most likely seem ( and feel ) very small in Nnoitra's huge hand.
❝ So, what did the director have 'ta do 'ta get ya onboard? Ain't this how a little below your paygrade? ❞ Nnoitra asked as he leaned back into his chair. It was honestly meant as more of a compliment. Like Nnoitra was acknowledging that the other was a big star. Maybe it sounded rude, basically asking him: What the fuck are you doing here? Nnoitra was not good at making conversation... // @musaeaeternae .
